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Morpheus’s shadows swarm all around him, and I know he’s sensing my inner state, the dark storm brewing inside me.
I approach the table, bearing down on each of them with lethal eyes. “How did she get out?”
Ivy gestures to the walls. “She asked how I got in. I figured she knew already. She’s a weaver. Walking through dream walls should be self-explanatory.”
She could not have gone far.
With a low snarl, my bones on the verge of rattling, I charge for one of those walls and emerge on the other side. Her essence is like a shimmering trail of floral musk, decay, and incense. One that leads away from my fortress, my forest—in the opposite direction where the great canyon divides my realm from the World of Dreams.
A gust of wind assures me she is not on foot. She wove herself a goddamn flying horse, one that leaves a glittery trail of nightmare essence. Emphasis on the mare. The thought of a chase, of a hunt tightens my insides and sends heat surging to my cock.
“Nyxion,” Morpheus says, tone darkening with predatory suspicion.
“Don’t,” I warn him. My black intentions practically shiver through me, spreading an icy chill through my bones. The ice congeals my very godly blood as I consider the horrors I will deal upon her for her audacity of running from me.
So stubborn, so spirited. So…alive.
The tension inside me magnifies as I release my wings, open my jaw, and unleash the greatest roar—great enough to fill my realm so all my lovely nightmarish things that go bump in the night shudder—aware of my power and possession. Great enough to bleed her ears and carve fear through her heart.
Morpheus wisely doesn’t follow.
I follow her scent, decreasing the distance between us within moments. Not long before I spot her. Even now, in all my thunderous wrath, I can’t help but admire her. Fuck, she robs me of breath.
What deep and lovely darkness. She rides upon a flying horse, its coat shining like an amethyst in the darkness. A skeletal framework slightly protrudes from that coat. Half flesh, half bone. Clothed in a flowing scarlet gown, slit up each side to allow her to ride, and a great black cape waving wildly behindher, Zenya is a gothic and ethereal vision. Like a queen ready to dismount, open the gates of hell, and call forth the Devil himself.
How tragic she does not know the Devil bends the knee to me. She will tonight.
With a swift, predatory dive, I close the distance between us. She flings her hair from her face, eyes wide with terror but glinting with a daring madness.
I reach for her, my strong arms encircling her waist, yanking her from the horse’s back with a force that sends us both falling through the air. She kicks and screams, her protests echoing through the sky, but my grip is unyielding. When I beat my wings into a ferocious upward surge, she cries from the sharp ascent.
I hold her tightly, our bodies entwined in a chaotic dance of defiance and dominance. One I will win.
“You think you can run from me, little killer?”
“Get off me!” she screeches and dares to grab my finger bones…and snaps them.
Pain howls through my hand. It doesn’t matter if I’m the God of Nightmares and can instantly fuse them. With her in my arms and the hysteria of her emotions, I feel the pain more intensely than ever.
When you’re dead inside…the proof of existence is the suffering you feel.
She will suffer with me tonight. And she will love my painful darkness before I give her the shattering pleasure of dawn.
“I was just going for a ride!” she cries out and tries to break my hold on her waist, snapping my wrist this time.
“Your next ride, Zenya, will not be so pleasant.”
“You can’t keep me in a cage,” she spits out, thrashing her legs.
“I’ll lock you in my own damn rib cage if I must. Closer than flesh, my strange girl.” My cock throbs at the fantasy of holding her inside my very corpse.
I carry her toward the great expanse of the canyon but veer a sharp left to the vast landscape before it. Nothing but black earth where dead roses grow.
“I’m sorry, I?—”
“Too late.”
“No.” She casts a daggered glare at me. “I’m sorry you’re such a possessive prick with control issues.”
